Entry tags:

frank/greg, lv baby, nc17

Las Vegas, baby. Nine.
Title: Las Vegas, baby. Nine.
Author : heathermouth aka slashxyouxup
Pairing: Frank Iero/Greg Sanders (CSI)
Rating: NC17
Summary: Two men. Two worlds. One city.
Beta : xoxxblitz7
A/N: The story which follows the one shot, Las Vegas, baby.
Disclaimer: Writers lie - just like your parents
Warnings: Language. Sex. CSI stuff.

Prologue.One.Two.Three.Four.Five.Six.Seven.Eight.

A few days later Greg was out of hospital and in Frank’s apartment under his boyfriend’s protective and watchful eye. As soon as they walked through the door Greg was ordered to the couch immediately after protesting going to the bed (because he’d just spent days in bed and the TV in the living room was bigger).

Frank couldn’t help but notice the lack of, well, Greg about Greg. There were no snide remarks, no sarcastic comments and no completely useless nerdy trivia. The news of Demetrius James’s death hit Greg hard, and in the last three days Frank barely managed to get a smile from him.

He set a cup of coffee on the table as Greg watched mind destroying day time TV.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, his arms crossed over his chest as he pretended to focus on the screen.

“Shift,” Frank said with a playful grin, sitting down on the side of the couch. Greg watched with a bewildered look as Frank cupped the side of his face and pulled him forward. “I love you,” he whispered, to which Greg’s eyes widened in surprise as he gave a small sweet smile. “Finally!” Frank called, throwing his arms up in relief. “He smiles.”

Greg rolled his eyes, “Sorry.”

Frank reached up to run his fingers through Greg’s now unbandaged hair, “I want my Greg back.”

“I know,” Greg sighed, “I want him back too.”

Frank ran a finger gently across the bruise adorning Greg’s right eye, “Is he still here?”

Greg smiled weakly and nodded, “Yup. He’s just, hiding?”

“Well tell him to come out soon,” Frank began, leaning closer again and whispering, “because I can’t wait to kiss him again.”

With his still bruised lips Greg moved forward, closing the gap between his and Frank’s. Frank smiled in to the kiss, curling his fingers back in to Greg’s hair as he dared to let the tip of his tongue lick lightly at Greg’s teeth. Accepting the proposal instantly soon both tongues were gently sliding against each other and the two men had to moan just a little at the feeling. It felt like a life time since they had both felt the smooth slow texture of a well done kiss.

Pulling back slowly with the sweet peeling sound of lips Greg whispered, “There he is.”

Frank smiled with his eyes still closed, “Yeah,” he breathed, “there you are.”

A knock on the door disturbed their moment. Frank sighed and got up to let in the intruder.

“Hey you,” Sera sang as she entered the living room. Greg attempted to sit up further.

“Hi,” he grinned.

“I brought you,” she began, setting a white paper bag on the coffee table, “some of your favourite Thai take out and a tub of your favourite ice cream.”

“I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

They both laughed and Frank watched from the door frame, leaning against it and smiling. He still couldn’t help but feel maybe the slightest bit jealous.

“How are you?” Sera asked, even though she knew he’d be sick of that question. And, even though he was, he still answered.

“Been better.”

She took the Thai tub from the bag and peeled back the lid. Greg sniffed and made an approving sound, licking his lips and taking the tub and plastic fork. With his first mouthful he moaned.

“Oh man, that’s so good.”

“Anything better than that hospital food huh?”

Greg’s only answer was a nod as he continued shovelling the food in to his mouth, not caring if it stung his bruised lips and still slightly red throat. Between Frank’s kiss and this food his mouth was in heaven.

“You guys missin’ me yet?” Greg asked with a mouth full of noodles.

Sera smiled and nodded, “Of course we are. Lab rats have no one looking over their shoulder, no one’s sucking up to Grissom and there’s a serious lack of Hawaiian Blue coffee.”

“Nice to know I’m needed.” Greg grinned and then turned to see Frank in the doorway. They smiled at each other for a moment before Frank headed for the kitchen.

“I’ll leave you two to talk.”

“No, no,” Sera said standing up, “I’ve gotta get back, starting my shift soon. Walk me out Frank?” With a bewildered look, Frank nodded. Sera leant down and kissed Greg’s cheek, “Get better soon Greggo.”

As they got outside Sera waited until Frank shut the door.

“So,” Frank trailed.

“Listen Frank, I just wanted to ask how Greg’s been about the whole Demetrius James thing.”

Frank rubbed the back of his neck, “Not all that good, to be honest.”

“No, I didn’t think so. Just, well, take care of him for us, okay?”

Frank nodded, “Of course.”

She smiled and leant in to place a quick light kiss on his cheek, “I can see why Greg loves you,” she said before turning to leave, stopping half way down the path to call “take care.”

Frank watched her leave and then went back inside.


“I believe I’m supposed to be the moping boyfriend,” Greg announced some two days later as Frank sat with his feet up on the coffee table and hand dipped in to a bag of Doritos.

“Wuh?” Frank asked through a mouthful of cheese, glancing momentarily at Greg, who sat curled up at the other side of the couch, and then back to the TV screen.

“I’m the one who’s been to hell and back, me, quit hoggin’ my friggin’ thunder.”

With his head cocked to the side Frank gave a lop sided smile and gave a sort of ‘daaw’ sound before petting Greg’s leg and turning his attention back to the TV screen.

“I’m serious Frank, you’re pining for tour, and there’s no use in us both being workless and miserable,” Greg stated, complete with flailing hand gestures just for emphasis.

“So,” Frank began, tossing the empty bag aside, “what do you suggest?”

“You’re going back on tour, in three days. I already spoke to Gerard,” he said bluntly.

Frank’s eyes widened and he kicked his feet off the table, sitting up with a struggle, “What?”

“I called him yesterday when you were getting dinner. They’re swinging by here in three days and you will be going with them, no arguments. I’ll be fine. I have the guys at work looking after me and enough pain relief to bring down a pack of rabid monkeys. I’ll call you every day and let you know how I’m doing, and your next break is just over two weeks away. The guys have no problem letting you take time off again if I absolutely need you, but apart from that, get packing.”

Frank blinked several times, jaw set in determined confusion and awe for a near minute before he pounced and landed a top his boyfriend. “I fucking love you,” he beamed, pressing his cheek against Greg’s as he pulled him in to a bone crushing hug.

“Could you love me a little less?” Greg wheezed, “You’re hurting me.”

Frank pulled back with an apologetic smile, “Sorry,” and then leaned in to kiss him again.